He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with his life.
And he had wasted a lot of his life already. Waiting.
He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.
He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.
He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.
And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.
For years Draco had been waiting.
He had waited in vain. But not anymore.
Draco was sick of waiting.
What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?
He probably would have to wait forever.
No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?
Yes, it was time to act.
Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.
He was sick of waiting.
He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.
There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.
He was so sick of waiting.
“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.
Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.
He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.
Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.
“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”
He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.
Because he was so tired of waiting.
His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.
Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.
He had waited for this so long. This was it.
Or was it?
Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.
Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.
His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.
Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.
Happy 2yr Mythical Beast Anniversary to me!!! (^//o^/)~
(( i cant believe its been two years already since i discovered these two mythical dads )) <3
To celebrate, I decided to draw a little screenshot thing from GMM #548 ((Will it Cereal?)) as it was the very first gmm i watched!!! (( the exact date is 2/16/15, yes i remember…)) :3
Hope this turned out ok for a celebration drawing, and im really happy to have discovered them, as they are a big happiness and inspiration in my life now!!! Here’s to many more years of being a mythical beast!!! <3
((also bonus cause the very first time i remember seeing them but without knowing who they were, was in Youtube Rewind 2014 omg…..))
my guess at my first thoughts when seeing this scene :” who the heck are these old dorks” omg past me if only you’d known haha……
“Soul Mate AU where everybody is born with heterochromia- your right eye is your own natural color but your left is the color of your soul mate’s. And it’s only once you meet and recognize your own eye staring back at you that your eyes change to match “
I saw this prompt weeks ago and I was supposed to draw it earlier but I kinda forgot so here ya go :))
EDIT: Cut the first strip into two. It got blurred when I posted it as a whole. ;u;